Complications became part of our lives.
The situation was unsustainable.
Why are we doing this? To hurt is to survive.
Desperation has taken over my heart.

The sun has gone. It gave way to the storm.
It got into our home and I cannot feel the warmth.
Our mood is full of real bitterness.
Where are those good times? Now, tell me, who are you?

I want you to want me but in the way I was thinking.

Respect is dying. We feel like cryin'. That's the love we are slaying.

The good environment created by events
makes me believe that something new begins.
Not true! You fool! Regain your point of view!
Don't be fooled again. The hurdles are the same.

I want you to want me but in the way I was thinking.

Respect is dying. We feel like cryin'. That's the love we're slaying.

Thin line between hate and love. That goes without saying.
Familiarity breeds contempt. You would better you stop cryin'.